Never March on Moscow
that's  what old Monty said
Its rule one
On page one
not really up for dissent

Rule two
He furthered
Don't take on the Chinese
Within their own vast land
The invisible armies
Of the people
Will swallow your troops
Right where they stand

For those objectives
Are so far away
Across valley steppe and mountain
Bleak and cold and bare
The folk have suffered more
Of which they will not speak
Beyond what you call care

So that's the east's
Intrinsic insurance
When it Comes to boots on the ground
They haven't got the legs
To come too far the other way though
So it's mushrooms
All around.